We played dolls in that house where Father staggered with the
Thanksgiving knife, where Mother wept at noon into her one ounce of
cottage cheese, praying for the strength not to
kill herself. We kneeled over the
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Love this powerful write of how two sisters survive the atrocity of an unhappy household and trudge along only with the knowing that at least one is not alone, they will survive the childhood years together. Poignant and tender piece on the love of sisterhood.